I never thought about
anklets being more scandalous than bracelets
until Love in the Afternoon,
in which a trinket on Audrey Hepburn’s ankle,
along with her gamin smile,
ensorcelled Gary Cooper.
I suppose my jewelry
is more about self-expression than enticement.
A bit of me is reflected in each piece,
including my favorite anklet.
But there are some combinations
of metal and gems,
that in just the right light,
in just the right mood,
I borrow a bit of Audrey’s allure,
and become, if not a mistress,
at least an initiate,
into the magic she made on screen.
Song Choice: Pretty Girl Rock by Keri Hilson
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Bracelets They are rocking NaPoWriMo this year.
